Under the flickering candlelight, Shen Lie began to write the memorial seriously.

The sound of soft footsteps sounded behind him.

Shen Lie put down his pen.

Then he saw the beautiful face of his beloved wife, whom he never tired of seeing, appearing at the side, holding a bowl of iced lotus seed soup in his hand.

Put down the lotus seed soup.

"Pfft."

The face is like jade.

Thinking that now that her fourth brother has taken action, all the brothels, brothels and casinos in the city must be in a state of chaos.

I thought of the ugly appearance of those literati crawling out of the arms of prostitutes.

Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help but blush slightly, laughed out loud, then stretched out her delicate hand and touched her master's forehead.

Two words spilled out from the corner of that beautiful mouth.

"Bad seed."

This time.

People have offended you to death.
Chapter completed!